Immortals of the End Times

The guests moved to the vicinity of the majestic suspended sword platform of the Qilin Sword Sect.

One after another, figures fell like shooting stars, gracefully landing on the well-arranged stands on the surrounding cliffs.

The stands resembled blooming lotus flowers, layer upon layer, surrounding the central sword platform. After everyone took their seats, they all craned their necks in anticipation, waiting for the Qilin Sword Tournament to begin.

In the distance, many disciples from the Thirteen Peaks of Qilin arrived riding sword lights.

Some stood on their swords, others hovered in the air, like stars suspended in mid-air, ready to witness this grand swordsmanship event.

"Zheng!"

As a clear and melodious sword cry resounded throughout the thirteen peaks, Fang Lingchu, the Grand Elder of the Qilin Sword Sect, had his sleeves billowing.

He took a step forward, and the sword energy beneath his feet condensed into a blue lotus, lifting his figure and gracefully landing in the center of the suspended sword platform.

His hair and beard flew wildly, and his voice boomed like a bell, resounding in all directions: "Today's Sword Debate Ceremony is for two reasons: first, to witness the birth of a new Sword Master of our Qilin Sword Sect, and second, to celebrate the grand event of the revival of spiritual energy!"

All those who have come here can serve as witnesses.

Before the words were finished, the clouds and mist among the thirteen peaks suddenly surged.

A vast spiritual power, like a celestial river pouring down, pressed down on the robes of the spectators around the sword platform, causing them to flutter wildly.

The figure of the Sword Master, dressed in white, emerged from the depths of the Sword Valley behind him, his hands clasped behind his back.

Each step felt like treading on ripples of spiritual energy, causing the mountain winds and clouds to shift and the spiritual energy to surge like the tides.

"Greetings, Sword Master!"

Upon seeing the figure of this Nascent Soul True Monarch, all the cultivators on the mountain bowed in unison, their voices rising like a tidal wave.

"Senior Wentian!"

Zhao Wuji, standing at the edge of the sword platform, suddenly looked up and met the gaze of the Sword Lord Wentian.

His gaze was like a sword that had been tempered in fire, radiating power and majesty.

"Sword cultivators cultivate their minds."

The Sword Master Wentian smiled faintly, "But when making demands of others, one should judge by their actions, not their intentions."

With a casual gesture, a sword light pointed towards the sword platform below. "I trust Zhao Wuji's swordsmanship and character, and wish to recruit him into my sect as a sword disciple."

The sword's cry suddenly turned fierce, like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens: "Today, Master Zhao must also subdue the masses with his sword!"

"Qiang!"

At this moment, the ancient sword in its golden sheath behind the Holy Qilin Kong Jingxian emerged three inches from its hole.

"This disciple requests to fight, let's duel with swords!"

The sword light illuminated his cold, hard face: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, please."

Zhao Wuji's green robe fluttered without wind as he flew out, the Cold Soul Flying Sword instantly flying out of his sleeve, circling his body three times like a silver fish.

"Brother Kong, don't be in such a hurry! Let me go first for the first round!"

At this moment, Li Feiyuan burst out with a loud laugh. As her robe embroidered with Qilin patterns billowed, twelve black sword lights rose into the air like a flock of crows.

He ran two fingers together across his brow, and the Black Crow Flying Sword tore through the air with a "whoosh." The baleful aura swirling around the sword condensed into streaks of black crow-like sword light, and he chuckled at Zhao Wuji.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, many years ago I heard Fellow Daoist Xiao praise your amazing swordsmanship. Today, I, Li, have just completed my Golden Core cultivation, and I have come here to seek your guidance!"

"it is good."

Zhao Wuji's figure also flew out and landed on the sword platform between the mountains, which was suspended by chains.

With a slight lift of his sword finger, the Cold Soul Flying Sword suddenly split apart.

One becomes two, two become four, and in the blink of an eye, countless cold stars appear, surrounding the body.

The so-called Qilin Sword Debate emphasizes discussing the Dao through swordsmanship, with the sword being the most revered.

To win over the crowd on this sword platform, one must use sword techniques and skills, and compete with pure sword intent.

Therefore, Zhao Wuji had already made up his mind to only use swordsmanship in this battle and not to use any other methods.

Neither the Wang family's secret technique of double pupils nor his own martial arts cultivation power were used.

Even the Blood Fiend Needle Sword, which symbolizes the identity of the Tiannan Ancestor, is never used.

After all, if he were to reveal his true colors in front of everyone, how could he continue to do bad things that offend people as the Ancestor of Tiannan?

At this moment, on the sword platform, under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the two faced each other from afar, each holding their swords and bowing.

Li Feiyuan said in a low voice, "Excuse me!"

Before he finished speaking, his black robe suddenly billowed out, like the flapping wings of a black crow, making a rustling sound!
"Wow!!"

The moment the twelve black sword shadows tore through the air, they instantly transformed into hundreds or even thousands of black sword lights, surging towards Zhao Wuji like a raging tide of black crows that blotted out the sky.

Each sword strike emitted a chilling owl's cry, almost like a demonic sword wielded by a demonic cultivator, its power terrifying.

"Fei Yuan has mastered the 'Ten Thousand Crows Soul-Shattering Sword Technique' of the Qilin Sword Sect."

The Grand Elder Fang Lingchu nodded in satisfaction, his beard moving without wind.

On the surrounding stands, many cultivators exclaimed in surprise. Even those watching from a distance all pressed their brows as if cold, ravenous claws were tearing at their divine senses.

"interesting!"

Zhao Wuji, standing in the center of the Black Tide, smiled faintly.

As his robes billowed, a line of snow bloomed from his sleeve.

"choke!"

The icy sword light surrounding him, like a cold star, instantly transformed into thirty-six dazzling galaxies, the sword light as white as snow, and the lotus shadow blooming!
"break."

With a single word uttered, the Azure Lotus Sword Intent erupted with a thunderous roar!

The sword light poured down like a celestial river.

It was as if a sword immortal was drinking and roaming freely between heaven and earth. With each rotation of the green lotus, the Black Crow Sword Intent shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of black mist that dissipated.

The sword's cry changed from shrill to clear and melodious, as if someone had used a jade hairpin to pierce the eternal night, bringing clarity to the world!
Just then, amidst the numerous sword energies...

A sharp and astonishing killing intent rushed towards us.

The three black crow sword intents suddenly intertwined and formed a giant black iron claw, as if a black crow were reaching out with its claws, sharp and incomparable.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji pointed his sword at a point, and the Ice Lotus Sword Intent from the core of the four divine senses merged into the flying sword. The Azure Lotus Sword Formation, which originally stretched for several feet, suddenly collapsed into a line of cold light.

"Ding!"

As a crisp sound rang out, the two sword tips collided, unleashing countless intense icy sword energies that exploded outwards like a ring-shaped ice storm.

Li Feiyuan's pupils suddenly contracted!
In an instant, his soul felt as if it had fallen into an icy hell.

Beneath their feet, the void crumbled, and towering ice cliffs rose from the depths of the netherworld.

Hundreds of translucent ice swords were slowly thrusting in from all directions. Before the sword tips even arrived, the chilling sword intent had already made his golden core tremble.

Amidst raging winds and towering waves, danger lurks everywhere.

The seven Soul-Stabilizing Pearls on the sword tassel exploded one after another.

He was startled to realize that he was like an insect trapped in amber, unable to even tremble his fingertips.

"Retreat."

When Kong Jingxian's cold voice rang in his mind, the murderous intent that filled the sky suddenly dissipated.

Li Feiyuan staggered back three steps, and the heart-protecting buckle carved from millennia-old cold jade on her chest silently cracked, revealing a red mark on her skin.

Those were marks left by the aftershocks of the Azure Lotus Sword Qi.

The monks on the mountain were all amazed.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, glancing at Kong Jingxian who was reminding Li Feiyuan not far away. The Cold Soul Flying Sword hovered at his side, its blade gleaming with a cold light like the snow at dusk.

The previously rampant Black Crow Sword Intent has now become specks of ink ripples adorning the Azure Lotus, making him appear like a sword immortal descending to earth.

The stands were deathly silent, then erupted in gasps!
"He broke Li Feiyuan's twelve swords with a single sword strike?!"

"This...this Master Zhao's swordsmanship is truly remarkable; he defeated the second swordsman in just two moves!"

Li Feiyuan's face was blank and stunned, as if he could not believe that he had been defeated so quickly, but he had no choice but to clasp his hands in surrender: "Fellow Daoist Zhao's sword intent is profound, I... am completely convinced."

"Azure Lotus Sword Intent"

Kong Jingxian glanced indifferently at Zhao Wuji on the sword platform, knowing that the other party had not yet revealed his true skills and was currently using someone else's swordsmanship.

It's nothing.

He also comprehended the Azure Lotus, White Lotus, and Yin-Yang Sword Intent. But this doesn't mean Zhao Wuji is incapable; rather, it means Li Feiyuan is incapable and cannot force Zhao Wuji to use his true abilities.

Before the uproar across the mountain had subsided, Xiao Chenzhou burst into laughter, his figure flying into the sword platform, the azure sword light pressing down like a tsunami.

"I, Xiao, will be your student for the second round! Brother Zhao, you once instructed me in sword control techniques, and today I return the favor!"

He was extremely decisive, pointing his fingers like a sword, unleashing his sword technique in an instant.

The flying sword seemed to transform into three thousand strands of flowing black hair, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a sky-covering net of swords.

Even more terrifying was that all the sword energy exploded with continuous thunderous sounds as it pierced the air, as if thousands of heavenly thunderbolts were simultaneously crushing the sea of ​​clouds.

"All my long black hair is now stored away in a high place!"

Xiao Chenzhou's robes fluttered like battle flags. "In ancient times, there was the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal whose hair was as black as snow in the evening. Now, I, Xiao Chenzhou, have three thousand white hairs and sword energy! Please enlighten me!"

"Zheng!!"

All the white hair transformed into gleaming sword light, and a silver rain suddenly fell on the entire sword platform.

"What a magnificent display of sword energy born from three thousand strands of white hair! This sword energy transforms into silk, its sound like thunder!"

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly, his sleeves trembling.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword suddenly condensed into a single line.

The sword thrust was executed without any fancy moves.

Where the sword's edge passed, the thunderous sounds were suppressed into a long, drawn-out dragon's roar.

The three thousand sword nets, like butter struck by a hot knife, tore open with a hissing sound, revealing a gap of over ten feet.

With a single line, it pierced through the surface, easily cutting through three thousand strands of white hair with sword energy, its momentum unstoppable.

“Well done!!”

Xiao Chenzhou's pupils shrank suddenly, and he roared angrily. The three thousand sword energies suddenly intertwined like a head of white hair.

In an instant, it caught the Frost Soul Flying Sword within like a fish in a net, condensing it into an extremely concentrated form.

Zhao Wuji let out a soft "Eh," secretly thinking how ingenious it was.

Suddenly, the sword technique changed, and lotus petals spun out from the gaps in the sword net, seemingly slow but actually faster than lightning.

It was the White Lotus Sword Intent, as black as silk in the morning and as white as snow by evening.

The intent of the sword slips away unnoticed, like time slipping through one's fingers.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword, like a fish that slipped through the net, emerged from the seemingly solidified sword net.

It stopped abruptly just three inches from Xiao Chenzhou's throat.

The wind from the sword caused a line of blood to appear on the side of his neck.

"Brother Xiao, you flatter me!"

Zhao Wuji sheathed his sword and bowed.

Xiao Chenzhou stared blankly at Zhao Wuji, then shook his head with a wry smile and sheathed his flying sword. "I thought I could hold out against you for a few more moves this time, and force you to use your Eye Sword and your self-created Nirvana Sword Intent. What a pity."

He raised his hand in a gesture of respect, "I, Xiao, am completely convinced, no, I have always been convinced!"

The next moment, he flashed away, becoming a blur as he flew off.

Upon witnessing this scene, the numerous cultivators on the surrounding stands held their breath, feeling an invisible pressure enveloping the entire area, and were all awed by the terrifying strength displayed by Zhao Wuji.

Even Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu were witnessing Zhao Wuji's full power for the first time.

The two women's pretty faces changed slightly, their beautiful eyes revealing shock, yet their hearts were inexplicably churning, making it difficult for them to calm down.

"The third swordsman of the third formation, Jin Qilin Su Chen, has come to learn from you!"

Just then, a clear shout rang out, and a figure in blue robes shot into the sword platform like lightning. The third swordsman, Su Chen, rushed into the sword platform with a cunning look in his eyes and let out a long howl.

"I hope Fellow Daoist Zhao will not use his cultivation level to intimidate others, but only compete in swordsmanship!"

Zhao Wuji didn't even raise his sword finger. His figure stood like a solitary peak, with his hands behind his back. When he turned his head, his eyes suddenly became incredibly bright, like two gleaming swords piercing out.

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, you are no match for me."

When he uttered those words, Su Chen's pupils contracted sharply.

Use your eyes as swords!

He seemed to see two peerless, deadly swords shooting out from Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Before the sword even arrived, the chilling sword intent had already pierced through his protective golden light, striking his Dao heart like a thousand-pound hammer.

His figure was immediately intimidated, feeling that he had never seen anyone's eyes as sharp as Zhao Wuji's.

The tangible gaze made him suddenly breathless, his heart pounded with fear, and his whole body seemed to soften, a feeling of weakness and despair spreading through him.

"Qiang!"

The Cold Soul Sword was already hovering three inches in front of Su Chen's throat.

The frost formed on the sword's edge was slowly spreading along the veins in his neck.

"Fellow Daoist Su."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and sheathed his sword. "Your sword is too slow."

Su Chen then woke up with a start, looking at Zhao Wuji in fear, yet not daring to meet his eyes.

Only then did he realize that everything Xiao Chenzhou had said was true.

What's remarkable about this person isn't that they can master superb sword control techniques, but that they can execute even the most minor sword control techniques with effortless ease, defeating their enemies with ease.

Zhao Wuji's talent in swordsmanship truly surpasses theirs by far, making him worthy of the elders' generous donation of a large amount of Sword Heart Pills.

"This child's talent in swordsmanship is no less than that of Jing Xian!"

The elders looked at each other in astonishment, feeling both surprised and embarrassed.

Although Zhao Wuji came to join the sect, his consecutive defeats of the three great sword masters make the seven great sword masters of the Qilin Sword Sect seem like empty names.
Even Mo Wenjian, who was Zhao Wuji's biggest supporter, couldn't help but look embarrassed at this moment.

He sighed inwardly, not because his disciples were incompetent, but because Zhao Wuji's swordsmanship had reached a state of perfection, far surpassing his peers, and his sword control was on a completely different level.

Fortunately, there's still Kong Jingxian!

It was only when the eyes of many elders of the Qilin Sword Sect turned to Kong Jingxian that they realized...

Kong Jingxian's golden-robed figure had appeared at the other end of the sword platform at some point.

Zhao Wuji's gaze simultaneously fell on Kong Jingxian, the number one swordsman opposite him.

Where their eyes met, their sharp edges were revealed, like divine weapons clashing in the void.

Dark clouds raced across the sky, plunging the earth into darkness.

The spiritual energy on the sword platform exploded, creating visible ripples.

"This is the last round. You can take a short break to regulate your breathing."

Kong Jingxian ran his fingers along the spine of the sword behind him, and the ancient sword flew out of its sheath with a clang.

The sound of swords whistling was mixed with the roar of a Qilin.

The many disciples of the Qilin Sword Sect watching the battle among the thirteen peaks couldn't help but cast their admiring gazes at this chief swordsman.

"No need! Let's finish this quickly!"

Zhao Wuji smiled calmly.

Kong Jingxian nodded, "That's exactly what I was thinking!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank sharply. He felt as if two beams of light flashed before his eyes. Before he could react, the threat was already upon him!
The sword light differentiates!

"choke!"

His Frost Soul Flying Sword unleashed its full power for the first time.

When the sword light splitting technique was pushed to its limit, the sky was instantly filled with a shower of stars.

"Ding!"

Kong Jingxian's ancient sword, however, precisely intercepted the true form amidst the myriad sword shadows.

The instant the tips of their swords collided with the blades.

Instantly, the sword energy erupted, unleashing a horizontal shockwave that sliced ​​deep sword marks into the solid sword platform.
(End of this chapter)